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I can honestly say I don't know that much about botany. It wasn't something I was particularly ever interested in. Aside from the examples referred to in my Biology texts about genetics, I never really put much thought into it.

[His dedication isn't the only thing.]

Knowledge is strength.

And my brothers Vista and Izou respectively know more about flowers than I do, but I tried to keep up with them both. Vista's known as Flower Sword Vista, he can do anything with flowers. I wish he was here, eh.

And Izou is an expert in the ways of the taikomochi. Flower arranging included.

[He lets out something mixed between a groan and a sigh.]

I remember flower arranging.

[Natsuno shakes his head a bit, although Marco can't see him.]

I always preferred academics, mind you that didn't get me very far.

Heh, most pirates don't get any education at all. Except through experience.

In my world, usually only nobles have all that extensive an academic background. Is it more common in your world?

[He would be surprised, but Zeff asked him all about it when they met.]

Incredibly common. Children are required to go to school until they are about fifteen or so, at the end of middle school, and then they can choose to work or continue their education into high school. I suppose they could choose the alternative, meaning they do nothing.

[He might be a tad judgmental on the subject.]

At least that's the case in my country, and many around the world where I am from. Piracy is something of a distant past. The world is much more modernized than this place is.

Anyhow, after high school is where it gets a little more complex. You can choose to continue your education, or again split off and go to work, but generally people who are continuing onto high school are looking to go to some college or university program. Otherwise, why bother?

Education isn't free, but it's relatively reasonable. Most people go to school based on their level of knowledge, usually a test is involved. The high school in the Sotoba region however was secluded and was the only choice. I'd rather have gone to a prep school in the city but my parents moved us out there.

What kind of fields was there to study?

More fields then you can imagine, probably. They go from vocational training, like the people that join religion, to things like tradespeople who do things like cooking, repairing vehicles and electricians for example, or the more academic pursuits of law, medicine, science and engineering. Schools tend to specialize one way or another, beyond high school.

Sounds practical. So there's specializations for whatever anyone wants to learn?

Provided you put forth the necessary devotion and money, that's pretty much true. It depends on how high you set your goals. I was aiming for Todai, which means little here, but at home that would be a big deal. It's the top university in the country.

So it's a fame thing?

Prestige?

Education is so common that fame wouldn't enter into it, but it would definitely be a matter of prestige. They only take the smartest students, and to say you've come out of Todai is a huge boost to your resumé when you are looking for work.

Interesting.

In my world, I guess that's sort of like where you're from. Certain oceans and islands are regarded as more dangerous than others.

But rookies working their way up as pirates can be pretty desperate to get attention.

The foolish ones at least.

I suppose that makes sense.

What do they want attention for? I mean, if it's not true, why bother lying about it? Is it difficult to become a pirate?

[A small laugh.] No, it's the same as becoming one here. You can just decide to.

The rookies don't usually lie about their achievements, unless they're really young and stupid, and then they would only do that to try to scare off other weaker pirates either to avoid a fight or because they weren't strong enough.

Usually the ones desperate to stand out though aren't going to lie about what they've done, just do incredibly stupid shit to stand out.

Let's say a brand new pirate crew here got together and thought that the way to gain Davy Jones favor was by standing out. How would they do that? Well, if they were as foolish as some of the crews in my world there's a few ways they could try it. Exclusively hunt down the marines, purposely target something too big for them to handle, anything that sounds like a big deal, even if it's stupid as hell, and doesn't actually accomplish anything.

As for why they want that attention, some of the young kids think the bigger the bounty from all that attention, the stronger you must be. Really it just means the more of a nuisance of yourself you are to the marines, but it's a point of pride with a lot of pirates. Still a bit silly seeing as the man with the largest bounty in the world isn't even a pirate, he's a revolutionary.

And Pops was the strongest man in the world, but marines didn't want to fight him until they cornered us. [And there's a pause in his stream of talking at that. Yeah that's a good place for him to quiet down again.]

Well logically speaking if you're going for notoriety, hunting down the marines is the worst idea. Strictly speaking tactics, you're far better off terrorizing the people you find because they'll contact the marines for you.

I'm not really sure what makes a person strong. I can't really say. I'm not really sure anyone can answer that empirically.

Pops was the strongest.

That ever lived, so far as I'm concerned.

I hope you get a chance to meet him someday.

[He takes a deep breath, and just completely sprawls out in the forest for a bit, letting all the LIIIIIIFE feelings overwhelm him, even though the same effect is also enough to almost make him want to throw up. It's a lot on a phoenix.]

He was undefeatable. That's why. The Pirate King, Roger, couldn't defeat him either. No one could. And the more infamous he got for that, the more people wanted to kill him to take his place and prove they were the strongest. But they couldn't, because we wouldn't let 'em, and because he was too strong.

One rookie came close you know. But when the kid realized how thoroughly outmatched he was, you know what he did? He told his crew to run away and tried to sacrifice himself as a distraction to Pops. Sacrifice himself as penance for his pride in trying to kill Oyaji.

So you know what Pops did?

[Natsuno is just listening to the story.]

No, I really don't know.

Asked him to be his son and join the crew!

[LAUGHS.]

You should have seen the look on the kid's face.

He was so shocked. And pissed. He totally refused.

But then he passed out unconscious. And his crew were too loyal to actually leave him there, and they still wanted to fight. [Another laugh.] So we knocked 'em out and brought 'em all on board.

Oh man, ask Thatch sometime about when that kid first woke up. Thatch was the first one to talk to him. All I remember was his growly aura. Like a feral cat, you know? I was sure he was going to bite the wood.

We gave him the choice of taking his crew and getting off, or joining, since Pops offered. But he didn't take either option. He said he still wanted to fight Pops.

So every day, without any warning at all, that kid just kept on trying! He tried everything! Knives, giant axes, suicidal cannonball attacks, it was pretty damn creative, actually.

We started taking bets too on how long it'd take before the kid gave up.

See, we all knew the kid didn't hate Pops, he just wanted to be the strongest in the world. But he was like a man possessed, yoi. The idea that he could still prove himself the strongest and join the crew at the same time took a long time for him to really reconcile. [Soft happy grin. He knows now why, of course, but at the time it had seemed hilarious. And it's still funny so far as Marco is concerned.] He's a really stubborn guy, that Ace.

[It is a funny story, and he might have gotten a small chuckle on Natsuno's end. He'd deny it though.]

Hey, Marco. Is Ace really that hated? He told me that once, that at home he's really hated. I don't really see why. I like him well enough.

[It's a tough question actually.]

[The people who hate Ace don't hate Ace at all. They fear and hate the idea of the pirate King's son. They hated a child who wasn't born, whom they tried to make sure would never be born, whom they tried to make sure paid for another man's crimes.]

[But Marco hates them more than they will ever hate Ace for that.]

[Would he love Ace as much as he does if Ace hadn't been so hated? If Ace hadn't gone through all that pain?]

[Marco doesn't know, because maybe Ace would be an entirely different person. Maybe they all would.]

There are two people I can say definitively are more beloved than anyone else of all time. It is not an exaggeration to say literally millions knew them and loved them more than we can ever tell them. Or show them.

[Even now, in his semi-drunk flower-intoxicated phoenix haze, he can clearly remember every single one of the thousands who all recognized the call to save Ace and came running. Willing to risk their dreams, their future, their friends and family, just to save Ace.]

[But of course the other side were those who put him in the position where he needed saving.]

Ace is one of the most loved people you will ever be lucky enough to meet. And rightfully so. Oh, he's stubborn, he's reckless, and he's a pain in the ass of a baby brother, but I would lay everything on the line, all of my other siblings, all of my friends, everyone I could, just for him, if he needed it. And anyone who's met him? I wouldn't even have to ask them twice. They'd come running. They'd be mad at me for not calling and asking their help sooner.

Our Pops is the strongest man in the world. A pirate emperor in his own right with the strongest crew, and the most islands under his protection.

Another pirate emperor only met Ace once, and he adored that kid so much he came and yelled at Pops for how we were treating him. He risked a war that could have literally destroyed the world, just for Ace. [And then they made him go up against another pirate emperor because fucking Shanks man.]

If I could show you how many people love him, absolutely adore him, would do anything for him... I would. There's literally millions. It's crazy. He can meet people just once and they love him. And I love him for that. I always will.

The only other person that beloved is my Pops, of course. And Pops is seventytwo, not just barely twenty. He's had a lot longer to meet those millions and earn their affection, eh?

I wouldn't let myself be first mate to anyone else. I barely did with Ace, but I really do love him that much. Enough to do anything, no matter how much I resist it.

People who knew Pops and Ace, people who matter to me, they all love 'em. They're the ones who would line around the world, and we'd break the world if it would help either of them.

But you have to realize, the world is a big place. Even if every person Ace ever met loved him, there's only so many out of billions he could run around trying to shake hands with.

My Pops had the largest funeral in the world. Millions came, and the rest who couldn't make it because the island wouldn't even fit them all, still sent letters and flowers and notes, and the rest.

[He trembles and gulps hard.] But all around the world, while I was burying him with the help of friends and the rest of his huge family, people celebrated the death of a man they called a monster. They rejoiced and threw parties. They said "Finally Whitebeard's reign of terror is over." They said "Finally we're free." "Finally we don't need to worry anymore." Millions of us mourned, but billions of them celebrated.

No one who met my Pops celebrated. Even his enemies, even those who defeated him, still mourned his loss. Because they knew what it meant. Whitebeard, Pops, was a lot of things, but even his enemies respected him.

The thing is, Ace and Pops aren't people to those who never met them. You will never meet someone more loved, and they've always earned every ounce of loyalty they've gotten and then some. But to those idiots who celebrated, to those idiots who hate Ace or Pops, they didn't hate a kid with fiery freckles and a smile brighter than the sun. They hated some phantom idea they made in their head of a scary criminal they could pin their troubles on. They didn't hate the most loving and strongest man in the world, they hated a man so gentle and careful he wouldn't use his earthquakes without making precise measurements, but they blamed any earthquakes on him because it was easier than blaming themselves for digging their mines too deep.

Aye, Natsuno. Portgas D. Ace is a name no one in our world has not heard by now. And a lot of people might spit on it.

But do me a favor, always remember that he couldn't be in better company. I wish he could remember better that those of us who love him matter a billion times more than they ever will, but at least I can say whether he's hated or not, it just puts him right up there with Edward Newgate, the only other best man as equally feared and beloved, eh?

And no matter what Ace tells you, tell him right back he's got sixteen hundred brothers who'd do anything for him, that's a lot better than any of those other assholes have, right?

Everyone in my family is pretty well hated. Thatch can be a fucking prick even on a good day, Namur's a god damn shark, half of us are monsters of some caliber or another, and the rest of us are freaks of another kind. Sometimes we're hated for some pretty good reasons. You haven't seen me get vengeance, but believe me, it's not pretty. And sometimes we're hated just because we're born. But the one thing I know most, Pops adopted us all because he loved us. And we all love each other. I'd rather have all the love of my family than ever worry what the rest of the world thinks. Hell, I don't really like the rest of the world, so maybe that's the difference. Ace wants to like them and I want to hate them. And I do hate them. I'm not as nice as Ace. But all the same, even if I only ever had just my Pops' love, I know I've always been a lot better for it.

Ace too. When he stopped trying to kill the old man, he became Pops' number two defender, right after me. And that's when we got to see him smile.

So what do you think? If you could make that kind of choice; the hatred of billions for the love of millions, would you? Ace didn't choose it, it chose him. And like I said, I wish he'd let us outweigh the others.

Mah, maybe he'll come around if we start tackling him with hugs everyday.

[He's quiet for a moment as he's trying to picture this kind of thing, but hasn't he seen Ace's charisma for himself? He can see it, people liking him when they meet him. He could suppose that Ace could be feared too. This crew has gone to great lengths to protect each other.]

I kind of get it, I mean when you meet Ace. I kind of get what you're saying. That kind of choice though, I can't really imagine it. Knowing that many people, or being known by that many people...it goes beyond something I could understand.

I can't really say what he's thinking when it comes to that. Whether you guys outweigh those that don't like him. For one thing, I don't have that kind of connection to people in general, and for another, it was sort of the opposite for me.

[There's a small tapping noise as he taps his fingers.]

Oh, I'm sorry you lost your Pops. [He's not surprised he forgot his manners in this regard, but he really should check them. If he was offering condolences at home, he'd never stop saying it. It would be meaningless.]

I think I'll leave the hugging to people more qualified such as yourself.

Ahhhh shit. Stupid stupid spring-spring.

Don't tell Ace about Pops though. Ever. Shit. I better make sure I tape this all up or something.

Mah... when it comes to Ace, punching him and saying "I LIKE YOU STUPID" is just as good sometimes. He's a little slow, like I said.

I know it weighs on him more than he wants it to though, eh? Because he's slow.

Fuck where is he on this island anyway? I need to make him a flower crown.

[Marco get a grip.]

I wasn't going to. I know as well as anyone that it's a touchy subject.

[He might be smiling, just a little bit.]

Now, punching I am familiar with. Although I'm not sure how much weight it has coming from me.

[He follows it with the most melancholy sigh and there's a flop as he lies down in the crow's nest.]

I can't help you find him with all that stuff around, but he's around somewhere. I'm sure he'd love one of your flower crowns from the evil island.

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